Wendi smoothed the long brown hair that cascaded halfway down her back, gave herself one last glance in the restroom mirror, and headed back to the dance floor. Adjusting her strappy white tank top, she went to her accustomed place next to one corner of the area. She was still a little too self-conscious of her dancing ability, so she tended to hang out on the periphery of the cluster of dancers. Anna, her best friend, strode up to her, face flushed with excitement.
"Oh my god, Wendi!!"
"What is it Anna?"
"I just overheard some of the bouncers talking and they said someone really, really famous was expected to come to the club tonight!!"
"Oh really? Did they say who?"
"No, no but it must be a REAL star, because they were expecting personal bodyguards to be here with them!!"
Shrugging as Anna bounced off to spread her juicy rumor to some more people, Wendi let the Hip-Hop music flow through her body, gyrating to the beat. Unbeknownst to her, there was someone on the sidelines, watching her with interest. He licked his lips as he saw her smooth tan skin gleaming in the overhead lights.
Wendi was not expecting to be blessed with a partner tonight, because most of the guys gravitated to the better dancers, not to her hiding in her corner. Suddenly she felt the familiar sensation of someone coming up behind her. Her mystery dancer grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, until their bodies were lightly touching. Doing her level best to keep up with his swinging moves, she laid her hands on top of his, resting on her hips. Suddenly she realized how BIG the hands were. She felt a slight frisson of fear as she did the math and realized what a HUGE man this must be.
Wendi tried to turn and look at her partner, but he laid his head on her shoulder and growled in a smoky, gravelly voice, "No baby, don't look, you'll ruin it, just dance like I'm inside you, fucking you."
She started with recognition as his voice whispered in her ear. She couldn't quit place that voice, it sounded SO familiar!! She was slightly afraid, but also becoming more and more turned on. She backed her tight little ass farther into him, to where his crotch was grinding against her butt. Wrapping his arms around her, he began stroking the inside of her bare thighs, riding her miniskirt up higher and higher. Reciprocating the motion, Wendi braced her hands on his rock hard legs and forced him to go lower and lower, grinding her hips into his.
